Once I was just arms away, my hand unconsciously had reached for it. It was just so fascinating having so contrasting aspects from this place. The light was warm while the room was cold. It was bright as the other was dark. I felt complete and happy, not lonely and sad…
Only centimeters apart, electricity suddenly reached out to me. Its blue current mixed with yellow was calling me, capturing me with a tight hold.
Stepping closer, its warmth had engulfed me with the light and current. Suddenly, images had passed through my vision as pain, hurt, regret, depression, hope, faith, happiness and different emotions run through me.
The first image startled me. What are they doing?
"You shouldn't have lived!" a feminine voice shouted angrily at a baby after the man left with a suite case and a cold expression. "You have given me nothing but great tragedy!" The picture then faded and was replaced with another…
The woman I saw earlier had left a box in an empty, cold alley with a grim expression matching the place. "You should rot there with the fruits for all I care…" She whispered coldly to the box… or what was inside of it. She observes her surroundings before leaving it, not minding the cry that was echoing in the air. With the gust of strong wind and burst of heavy rain, I can conclude that there was a storm.
The image once again lapse with another, this one has the same setting but I can guess that the only change here was time as the storm has grew fiercer.
A woman passed by and suddenly halted. She heard the cry and found the baby. Maybe she was feeling pity for it that is why she checked her, rushing immediately to a nearby hospital as she found the baby's condition to be horrifying by the looks on her face. The baby was going to die from hypothermia from the blue lips it has and the paling skin tone. In the middle of the rush, a car had hit her.
The driver who had been the cause of the accident was about to leave showing fear. He stopped though when he heard the cry of the baby. Feeling guilty, he took it and examined it. The baby was strong for the blue lips and abnormally low temperature; it was a miracle that she wasn't dead already.
What the hell were these?! I thought.
I couldn't fathom what I was seeing. The baby was very familiar. I think… I think that I was feeling what it was feeling… but I couldn't be certain because I was also a mess right now.
The image stopped again and faded. Images of a hospital, then the doctor and the driver, had passed by. Then there was the nurse who was frantic and looking worried at the doctor after telling him that the driver was gone and didn't come back for the baby.
An image of an old orphanage came. The orphanage looks really worn out and I can assume that it was lacking funds and staff. The baby was semi taken care of there. From late feedings and old worn out improvised clothing… the baby was kept to a healthy state physically but I don't know about the emotional part.
The once baby was now a girl not older than 2 years old with charcoal black hair tied into a side pony tail. Her skin was white as snow making her look like a porcelain doll. Her clothes are from the recycled scraps but she wasn't complaining. She has enchanting golden brown eyes that have this glint in it that tells many things. Quote those eyes are the windows of the soul, piercing and intimidating like she knows a lot more even if she was just a baby girl. She was tinkering with an object making it into different little gadgets.
Many of the caretakers were looming over her and were whispering in hush tones. She was a prodigy from what the caretakers say and with that discovery came the pain, hardships, fear and anxiety for the years to come for the girl. They made her enter different contests: given her books that she must review to win quiz bees, give her extended hours of studying, pressuring her and threatening her in different ways if she doesn't comply. The innocent child was used, the child knew but she didn't voice it out for fear of what to come if she ever did. Her caretakers had been brutal to her, she doesn't want those brutality to be diverted to the other children there so she just shut the others out and followed silently without question. She just looks at her book titled The Purpose of Life and sadly smiled. What is my purpose in life?
Flashes of her growing went. Pain and sorrow then regret and depression were what she had felt. Her only salvation was that book. No matter how many times she was mistreated, she has strive to make things change.
Watching that, I can feel the anger boil in me. It was a strange new feeling like it wasn't supposed to be there. Maybe this is a new feeling...
The orphanage was now placed by a small apartment. A girl not older than 16 was working on so many papers and files. She had big circles underneath her eyes and her body was thinner than average. She was just working for many hours but there was a hint of determination and hope in her once dull eyes. She glanced at the now old and torn book at the side and continued with great reverence and excitement.
The images then change to the girl smiling happily as she had achieved her goal. She was free from the orphanage but still helped them. An image was thrown in with an establishment, clearly new from the paints and designs. It was the orphanage. It had become a well known facility and school.
On the girl's face was happiness and contentment as she turned to her work. She was all day long working in her quarters with her computer and connections, designing and making new gadgets, programs and security systems that she sold to later well-known people.
I didn't monitor the time since I started seeing these images and clips. I was entranced by them but of all of those, it was probably the last images that made me cringed because they were showing the girl go through pain again.
At first, she saw a feed in her computer and watched it until her set was struck with a power surge. From the back of my mind, I could smell her burnt metal and wood... I saw that she had managed to recover a memory card there that I now I had seen before. She was then electrocuted for what felt like an eternity. I cringed at hearing her dreadful screams. I also had choked down a vile that had risen from smelling burning flesh. I think she paid no mind to what had happened that day until she then fell ill and changes started to pop out as weirder things came along…
She was met with happiness from meeting a giant red robot as she fell in love. But the girl was out of time. She has to go. I think the two agreed on something before everything fell out. When she thought that everything was going alright, a voice had warned her. 'Little spark, prepare…' With that came the tragedy. Her life ended with grief and sorrow. My chest started to hurt along with the girl's. Then I saw her spirit made a bargain. I don't know the whole details though but I knew that she felt great gratitude to those who had aid her to make her last wish come true.
I didn't get to see the end. A feeling spike me like déjà vu but I shove it off.
I tried to access them again for I felt like I was leaking the data out. In my head, the images started to turn white as I try to reminisce. There wasn't any left. I felt desperate and empty. What the hell happened? But most of all…
All I wanted to ask…
Who were they?
Why do I feel like this?